It’s pretty cold here
Can’t help but keep thinking that
With these bright white walls
Closing in tighter
And tighter
And tighter

A sea of buttermilk
Cascades on my exam paper.
There’s this, this…
(Caucasian, let’s be
Sensitive
About matters like this)
Hot girl. There. I said it,
Hot girl in front of me,
with skin just tan enough.
Tan enough to make her
Look athletic.

Suddenly
it hits me like a brick.
There’s a white girl in the room.
All around her is a sea of different
Cocoa shades.
She must be pretty cool with us.

She still needs to get her freaking hair off my paper.
So, with perhaps
THE most politest poke my little digit
Could muster,
I nudge her.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen
such a murderous expression in my Life.

The room becomes Antarctica.